Poetry poetry

The box

Walls closing ribs breaking it's getting harder to breathe
Nightmare after nightmare never the same

Bones cracking, bones shattered
Blood running down the box
the box of unknown
the box of my mind

It's unpleasant thoughts every day
Staring at the knife that was once me
It's so close but yet so far

I'm praying to the devil
lungs burning 10,000 fires of lightning bolts
It's waking up feeling underground

Then death comes and the world quiet down and everything is perfectly the way I want it